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Sunday, November 27, 2011
JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #291
BETTER LATE THAN JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #291!
Alice Cooper – Welcome 2 My Nightmare (Universal) :: Obviously
I’m kinda biased when it comes to impartially assessing the Coop, so I’ll leave it up to you to decide
whether this thematic sequel is a worthy theatrical successor to 1975’s landmark Welcome To My Nightmare. What
I will say, however, is that I can’t remember the last time Alice has effectively adopted so many different
vocal personas on one album; I mean, he really works his Bud off on this one, folks. Bonus points for including choral
choruses like “What part of ‘dead’ don’t you get?” and for concluding with the first Alice album-ending
instrumental since “Grand Finale” on School’s Out. Y’know, I think I’m finally beginning
to understand why they committed him into the Rock Hall.
The Beatles – A/B Road (Purple Chick) :: Look up ‘complete’ in a dictionary and you’ll
find this definitive 83 disc (!) 2,187 track (!!) 98 hour (!!!) bootleg that’s the analog equivalent of 147 vinyl albums
and exhaustively contains every Nagra tape that recorded the Fabs during their thirty day stay at the Twickenham and Apple
studios in January 1969. Bonus points for including such potential crowd-pleasing peace anthems as—I kid you not—“White
Power” (“White Power! Malcolm F!”) and “No Pakistanis” (“Don’t dig no Pakistanis
taking all the people’s jobs!”) and “Negro In Reserve” (“I’ve got a Negro in reserve!”),
all of which remain regretfully unreleased for some strange reason that I can’t quite fathom.
Rolling Stones – “Hang Fire” (Rolling Stones)
:: Whaddya mean he doesn’t sing: “Y’know, my Aryan money is a full time job”?
Ramones – “The KKK Took My Baby Away”
(Sire) :: Exactly!
SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Done On
Bradstreet – Done On Bradstreet (self released) :: Between 1977 and 1980 I recorded an album that
didn’t get released for 31 years, which is why I can relate to these guys who were forced to wait a whopping 41
years to get their album out. Y’see, a month after opening for Janis Joplin in July 1970, Done On Bradstreet
shuffled off to Clovis, New Mexico where Buddy Holly producer Norman Petty did the knob-twiddling duties on their debut album.
Then things really went South when the band was unable to get possession of their master tapes for four decades.
But they finally did and the result is this butane barn-burner
that has the authentic hallmark sound of the late ’60s. We’re talkin’ twin wah-wah guitars, swirling organ,
earthy heartfelt vocals, and a rhythm section that’s so solid it could sink a battleship. Honey, this ain’t
no nostalgic period-piece: it’s a vital energizing example of classic rock at its finest that’ll jack you back
to the days when bands like Steppenwolf and Lighthouse ruled the roost. That’s because Done On Bradstreet is
a truly unique rock ’n’ roll product of its time—and it’s about time, too.
Now if only the City Muffin Boys would release their album...
Be
seeing you!
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